literature

Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.

The Little Black Book
The bitter wind reached through the gap in my winter coat as I braced against it walking home from work. I sped up as the light faded and the winter chill kicked in, eager to be home in the warm.
By Lynne Bell5 years ago in Humans
Once a Teacher
Yes, it’s real—and it’s yours, the note read. Cameron stared at the check that had been neatly folded inside the black leatherbound notebook. The words twenty thousand and 0/100 stared back. The rest had been left blank.
By Julia Olmsted5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
Reana, a girl in her early twenties goes to work Monday through Friday. She wakes up always disappointed about her life because she doesn’t know her purpose in life. She doesn't want to be stuck with just working at a minimum paying job but she also doesn’t know if she should go back to college because she has no idea what she likes and wants to do. She’s afraid of being in debt and not being able to pay it back. So she’s confused and doesn't know what to do, but one thing she does know is that she wants to know her purpose.
By Rise 5 years ago in Humans
NEVER LOOK PAST
A boat load of asterisk worthy words fell out of the normally calm and peaceably minded, Ben's mouth as he threw his apron to the ground and gave it a few stomps for good measure. In the background, the grizzly and bellowing voice of the cook echoed through the door and spilled into the alley, "and don't ever come back"! Ben could almost hear the splash in surround sound as he felt his heart fall into the pit of his stomach. This is the third job this month that I lost. "I feel so worthless", were the words that he muttered after this thought.
By Eloy Garza5 years ago in Humans
Our Romance Was A Shallow One...
"I wish I was dead sometimes. Then again, there is apart of me that knows once I am dead, I would not know that I was. Perhaps instead, I often wish that I could understand that my life was over and want to do nothing of it? What would it feel like to not want to save myself? What was this feeling again?
By Shaina Scott5 years ago in Humans
Is this the end?
My head is pounding, and rubbing my fingers into my temples is doing nothing to ease it. Another miserable therapy session over that’s probably not much use to my crumbling marriage. Robbie still doesn’t understand why I work so much, and I still don’t understand why he can’t help more around the house. There’s still no solution to stop our arguments turning into slanging matches and ending with tears and slammed doors. The lift doors open with an annoyingly cheerful chime and I step in, Robbie silently sloping in behind me.
By Krissie Coyne5 years ago in Humans
Sunday Morning
It was Sunday morning. I sat on the sofa in my living room, staring at the front and looking at nothing. My mind suspended, thinking of nothing. The flow of time stopped, as if the tide inside me receding, out of my body, washing away troubling thoughts and worries. Everything at peace.
By Lane Chen5 years ago in Humans
The Author
Jamie-Rose enjoyed sitting in the cafe on the Main Street in town. She could watch the people go past, going about their daily lives. She had an open book in front of her to write notes in it. She was sipping on her coffee and listening in to some of the conversations of those around her. She was trying not to be obvious about listening in.
By Caitlin Monaghan5 years ago in Humans
Manuscript of Epiphany
The endless silence that permeated through his living room sent a cold chill through Don's heart as he gazed upon the woman that he loved with an unyielding passion. Helen was his bride to be, the only woman who could ever have inspired such commitment from a man who had previously been known for his shallow and fleeting encounters. I've really done it this time, Don thought as he chuckled inside his mind. He knew that this would blow over, but he wished that he could navigate this minefield with Helen more skillfully. "I've got to go to work, Helen. I love you." Carefully, he made his way closer and kissed his fiance before he opened the front door and drove himself to work.
By Vince Coliam5 years ago in Humans
Of truth and torment.
I am not as tired today. My doctor told me to take a two-hour nap to compensate for the sleepless nights. It worked somewhat. I am not as fatigued. Perhaps, I will make it a habit - taking naps in the afternoon like a toddler. There have been scientific studies supporting this theory as promoting productivity, but I don't recall the titles at the moment. I fell asleep again at around 1 AM, that's usually the time my son goes to the kitchen to search for snacks. I heard his heavy footsteps descend the stairs.
By Crissa Labara5 years ago in Humans
$20,000 from a single phone call.
It's true, it happened to my neighbor, and both of us have a hard time believing it. He rents the house next door from a man who does no maintenance at all.
By Janeyo5 years ago in Humans
The Owl
Whenever seen she was feared. A hunter. Today she sits alone in her home. The bell rings. “Who’s there?” She calls.
By Jade Amber Romanclature5 years ago in Humans